Seeing that Song Yuanchao did not lower his gaze even after the reminder, Nie Zhao slapped him hard on the shoulder. "You have a very sharp eye."
Boss Nie was completely different from his gentle and mild-mannered older brother. Nie Yao was the kind of person who, even when angry or up to no good, retained the expression of a child. Nie Zhao, however, was icy in his gaze and demeanor, even when he was smiling with the warmth of a spring breeze. Just as he was now, looking at Song Yuanchao with a gentle smile, Song Yuanchao still felt a chill run down his spine.
Across all of Hong Kong, perhaps only Comrade Song Yuanchao—born under the red flag, raised in the gentle breeze, tempered on smoke-filled battlefields, and experienced as an undercover agent in pirate territories—possessed enough masculine vitality to withstand Nie Zhao’s chill.
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